Ergebnis für "Gen" in Traditionelle Krimis

Professor van Dusen und Mr. Hatch werden im Hafen von Bombay mit allem Pomp aus 1001 Nacht empfangen. Der Maharadscha von Krischnapur hat seinen Schatz so gut versteckt, dass er ihn nur mit Hilfe der Denkmaschine wiederfinden kann. Natürlich entdeckt van Dusen das Versteck - vorher muss er allerdings mehrere Morde am Hof des Maharadschas aufklären und einen brutalen Mörder dingfest machen.

Who said weddings couldn't be dangerous? When PI Jonas Watcher sees a Chinese couple being kidnapped, he sighs, grabs his gun, and goes to help them. This selfless act involves Jonas with the Chinese underworld. He is hired to unite two families by bringing a prospective bride from St. Louis to San Francisco for an arranged marriage. There are several factions who will kill to keep him from succeeding. His mission is complicated even more by his employer's beautiful granddaughter.

Murder on a motorcycle, as Marlowe goes to work for a millionaire trying to protect his daughter. An iron skull was their trademark, their business was climbing walls, and it was all done on wheels at 70 miles an hour. But that was a cinch for the death cheaters, until they felt murder and a feminine touch....

Marlowe is hired to keep a man from getting killed; he fails miserably. In waddles The Hippo, who always laughs, even with a gun in his hand. Marlowe is shot! Get this, and get it straight - crime is a sucker's road, and those who travel it wind up in the gutter, the prison, or the grave. There’s no other end, but they never learn. This time a nervous breakdown and a driving rain, a cape with a high collar, and a tiny sliver of glass led me from the ballet and a beautiful dancer to the edge of a cliff and death.

The story of a mixed-up girl, and her mixed-up life, and her really strange sister. The big fog that clung to Los Angeles made searching for the girl who was going to kill herself slow and uneasy, but in the end I’d have settled for that and more because murder happened twice before I found the lady in mink....

Homicide Detective J. P. Beaumont had little to go on: a body, definitely male and decidedly dead, with strange little puncture wounds.

"The last red streaks had faded away in the west and night settled upon the moor. A few faint stars were gleaming in a violet sky. Watson and I gazed out over the shadowy moor, half silver and half gloom. A distant howl arose from the shadowy depths, menacing, almost musical, rising and falling like the low constant murmur of the sea, the hound!"